Ballad of Reading Gaol II (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Version IIHe did not wear his scarlet coat,For blood and wine are red,And blood and wine were on his handsWhen ...
Version IIHe did not wear his scarlet coat,For blood and wine are red,And blood and wine were on his handsWhen ...
Version IHe did not wear his scarlet coat,For blood and wine are red,And blood and wine were on his handsWhen ...
From his childhood he had been as one filled with the perfectknowledge of God, and even while he was yet ...
(FOR MUSIC.) THE apple trees are hung with gold, And birds are loud in Arcady, The sheep lie bleating in the fold, The wild ...
To that gaunt House of Art which lacks for naughtOf all the great things men have saved from Time,The withered ...
Now when the darkness came over the earth Joseph of Arimathea,having lighted a torch of pinewood, passed down from the ...
(To Marcel Schwob in friendship and in admiration) In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy ...
A white mist drifts across the shrouds, A wild moon in this wintry sky Gleams like an angry lion's eye ...
Her ivory hands on the ivory keys Strayed in a fitful fantasy, Like the silver gleam when the poplar trees ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
To that gaunt House of Art which lacks for naught Of all the great things men have saved from Time, ...
Like burnt-out torches by a sick man's bed Gaunt cypress-trees stand round the sun-bleached stone; Here doth the little night-owl ...
The little white clouds are racing over the sky, And the fields are strewn with the gold of the flower ...
Where hast thou been since round the walls of Troy The sons of God fought in that great emprise? Why ...
The apple trees are hung with gold, And birds are loud in Arcady, The sheep lie bleating in the fold, ...
Nay, let us walk from fire unto fire, From passionate pain to deadlier delight, - I am too young to ...
Within this restless, hurried, modern world We took our hearts' full pleasure - You and I, And now the white ...
Set in this stormy Northern sea, Queen of these restless fields of tide, England! what shall men say of thee, ...
(In memoriam C. T. W. Sometime trooper of the Royal Horse Guards obiit H.M. prison, Reading, Berkshire July 7, 1896) ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
Rid of the world's injustice, and his pain, He rests at last beneath God's veil of blue: Taken from life ...
I have no store Of gryphon-guarded gold; Now, as before, Bare is the shepherd's fold. Rubies nor pearls Have I ...
Nay, Lord, not thus! white lilies in the spring, Sad olive-groves, or silver-breasted dove, Teach me more clearly of Thy ...
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To my friend George Fleming author of 'The ...
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